(this is basically talking about the character in the book im writing.
Love ya beef pugs)

Sitting on the beach,
The skies cold and gray,
A girl sings a song all ears can hear,
Strumming a guitar so close and dear.
Standing in a room of nails and cracked stones,
This girl waits ******* and alone,
The guitar she longs to run to.
Head hunched over a table,
Knots all in her hair,
The guitar girl works while peers just stare.
In a house so huge that trees touch the roof and
branches swish and sway,
The girl stands proud with her farther screaming loud
And her brother running away.
On this beach so cold and gray,
She plays music and melts away,
Sings the notes so sweet and true,
Her only way to fight life through.
On a tree so far and wide,
Holding hands with her only guide,
Watching the beach's moving tides,
Holding all her pain in so she won't cry.
Guitar girl winces at her name,
And no one knows why,
She protects her brother all the time,
No expression In her eyes.
Escape the world she always tries,
But you can only run so LONG without stopping.
At this beach she sits alone,the only place she calls home.
Singing songs so deep and true,
Playing a moving and loving tune
With the guitar her dead mother gave her.